Why should I not set out for my homeland?

Why should I not be the dust at the head of my beloved's alley?

Since I cannot bear the sorrow of estrangement and exile

I will go to my own city and be its king

May I become one of the confidants behind the curtain of union

And may I be among the servants of my Lord

Since the end of life is uncertain, it is better

That on the day of reckoning, I be before my beloved

From the heavy sleep and disordered affairs of fate

If I have a complaint, may I be a confidant of my own secret

My profession has always been love and roguery

Now I will strive and be occupied with my own work

Perhaps the eternal grace will guide Hafez

Otherwise, I will be ashamed of myself forever